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[Good afternoon/evening, Union. This is Belbul. Belbul is a Carbink, and she has a Problem.

The Problem would be the (obviously foreign) boy sleeping on the bed next to her. They're in a low-end inn on the edge of Union and she is frankly worried. She pans the band out to the window, where the sign for the inn can be seen, back to the boy, and then she adds, very loudly:]

CARBINNNN!

[Translation?

"THORIN!"

Her cry wakes the boy up, who flails and looks around]

Belbul? Where's the fi--oh, hey, you got it to work! [He takes the band, yawning] Is this thing on?

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[Thorin doesn't seriously try to win this staredown. He can't, anyway. No matter what he might say, it wouldn't sway his nephew.]

We'll see if you come up with one that fits your expectations and that I can still work with.

For now, show me what your mother had you bring.

[He can't really escape from family... ]

Oh!

[He goes to get the box where he set it down, finding a table and just expecting Thorin to follow.

The box contains:

-three stationary packs for letters
-several dozen pens
-three Calderan weave blankets
-two bottles of Thorin's favorite booze
-a letter from Dis and one from Balin
-a smaller box of Thorin's favorite foods
-photo of the family.]

[He picks up the letters first. Doesn't open them yet, just turns them over and recognizes the senders by their handwriting alone, then sets them aside. Then come the stationary packs and- well, he has to chuckle at that.]

I take this to mean I do not write enough.

Yep. You know Ma. She wants letters monthly, if not weekly.

Of course.

[Really, she probably wants him to come back. But Thorin can compromise enough to write more. He sets those aside too, pulling out one of the blankets that's protectively draped over... what, bottles? That makes him smile, even if he doesn't really have anyone to drink with. Homesickness is definitely starting to hit him. He's at a loss for what to say.]